Breaking Free from the Ex-Husband

The second Heriberto recognized the voice, a vein throbbed in his temple. “Nathaniel. Put Iris on.”

“Sorry, not happening. She’s not taking calls tonight. Just had a bath and went to bed,” Nathaniel said, his tone casual and suggestive.

With that, he hung up. With that, he hung up. There was no way Heriberto could take it out on him.

The dial tone buzzed in Heriberto’s ear. He almost threw the phone across the room.

Nathaniel hadn’t lied.

The day had drained Iris, and the second her head hit the pillow, she drifted off.

Nathaniel stuck around for a bit, keeping an eye on her.

Just as he turned to leave, her phone rang. He picked it up without hesitation and stepped out to take the call.

After he hung up, he peeked in on her. She was fast asleep. He put her phone on silent, set it down, and made his way back to his place on the 37th floor.

Iris slept straight through to six.

Like clockwork, her body woke her. She threw back the blanket, got up, and started toward the bathroom.

Halfway there, she stopped and laughed to herself.

She thought, “I really trained myself well. He kicks me out, and I’m still thinking about making his breakfast.”

From now on, she didn’t need to cook for him or do anything for him.

did would be for herself and the

back down, but sleep

her phone, leaned against the headboard, and started scrolling through

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stared at it for a moment

came sharp and low, thick

Hale. What’s up?” she

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at the sound of her voice, then snapped, “Where are my cufflinks?

blinked, thinking, “So he’s still living in our

he had no

just didn’t want

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hung up

Iris shook her head.

just took her help for granted, like she was

breath and turned back